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			<title>From within</title>
			<description>Her eyes carried&amp;nbsp;a certain kindof silence and desire, &amp;nbsp;that begged&amp;nbsp;and yet screamed out&amp;nbsp;to be heardand understood.&amp;nbsp;I felt as if I was who she was thinking of,staring with eager and deepness,only I could identify.In her eyes I see us,&amp;nbsp;into my eyes, hers burns. &amp;nbsp;Not ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TonyaMarie/1869263/</link>
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			<title>I think about you</title>
			<description>I think about you in the morning,When my eyes first open.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes my heart will flutter,Without any warning.&amp;nbsp;I think about you mid day,When I'm doing everything,When I'm doing absolutely&amp;nbsp;nothing.&amp;nbsp;I think about you in the evening,&amp;nbsp;When I'm starting to&amp;nbsp;relax,But soon fi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TonyaMarie/1869249/</link>
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			<title>You Will Be Mine</title>
			<description>The day we meet I look forward too.What will it be like to be next to you?Your soft lips, and deep&amp;nbsp;intense&amp;nbsp;eyes,calling my name to come sit by your side.I long to feel your body,&amp;nbsp;your lips on mine.&amp;nbsp;For one day I will see you and you will be mine.&amp;nbsp;I think about all the times ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TonyaMarie/1869244/</link>
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			<title>The Magic of Growing Up</title>
			<description>We all grow up, there is no doubt.We sometimes forget though, what it's all about.We were all born as babies, we all started out new.We seen with our eyes, learned to laugh too.&amp;nbsp;We were taught about all, the world had to show.We grew with our minds, so many ways more.&amp;nbsp;As we got bigger, lif..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TonyaMarie/1647498/</link>
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			<title>Confusion of a Woman's Mind</title>
			<description>I am lost in this person I am supposed to be,&amp;nbsp;this person who society expects me to be.I'm a woman with extreme sensitivity,intense emotions that consume me.I love deeply,I worry immensely.I take pride in most that I do,Not always though am I satisfied with what I choose.I jump to reactions fro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TonyaMarie/1647495/</link>
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			<title>A Simple Kiss</title>
			<description>A kiss,&amp;nbsp;is just a simple kiss.That is,&amp;nbsp;until it sets your heart ablaze!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TonyaMarie/1647494/</link>
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			<title>Through the beauty of her eyes</title>
			<description>Her eyes are like warm flickering of candles,growing intensely with heat.They have so much to tell,though it would be only a treat.If she could tell me just all what she thinks,&amp;nbsp;I would then see into her soul.She cares on an amazingly higher level,&amp;nbsp;she desires so much more.&amp;nbsp;Through he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TonyaMarie/1647491/</link>
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			<title>Wings of an Angel</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem after my grandpa passed away in December of 2013.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TonyaMarie/1646906/</link>
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			<title>Try Understanding Me </title>
			<description>This poem was written by me when my grandfather was suffering with Alzheimer's disease. This was written from the eyes of someone with Alzheimer's.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TonyaMarie/1646904/</link>
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			<title>Fall</title>
			<description>The color of the leaves change by her blindly deep emotions,no others can see this as much as I.&amp;nbsp;She holds on tight with all of who she is,&amp;nbsp;all of what she was told she had been.It does not matter though,leaves just like walls are meant to come down.&amp;nbsp;With every earthshaking tremble,&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TonyaMarie/1646900/</link>
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